The pitter-patter of rain on a metal roof top doesn’t really motivate one to get out of bed. A down pour like a drum solo, even less so. Nevertheless like a moth to the flame I found myself in the car heading to Victor for Moose Cross # 2. Apparently the traditional Bavarian diet of beer and schnitzel isn’t the best training fuel. Nor does LOTOJA fitness translate directly to cross fitness. Even in retrospect I’d do it all over again. I’ve been waiting for several years for a local cross race. Shades of many many years ago tearing up the neighborhood on my Schwinn BMX conversion. Some of us never really grow up. Hope to see some of the gang at one of the local Cross races this Fall/Winter.